I drew this picture on a lazy day in Northern Ireland. There was this nice little room with some of those indian cushon-seat things and one of those old heaters that you can lean against without hurting yourself, and Northern Ireland's cold, particularly in February. As a result, I spent hours sittting on one of those little seats by that little heater, just drawing. This was one of the many things to appear. I was experamenting with wings. To bad the don't fit on the page. Ah, well.